I smack his chest, hoping he’d flinch from the playful attack, but he flexes instead, and I hit muscle. “Fuck you,” I tell him easily. He grins. “You love me.” “You say that to everyone,” I tell him. “And I highly fucking doubt the entire world loves you, Cobalt.” “The entire world doesn’t have to love me,” he says, picking up his water again. “Only the ones that matter.” “That’s cute. Did you write that in your diary this morning?” “No, I read it from yours,” he banters.
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